CABRAL, DIEM ROXANNA
May 26, 2011 14:52:53 GMT -5
Post by diem on May 26, 2011 14:52:53 GMT -5
diem roxanna cabral.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. diem roxanna cabral
stage name.diem cabral
nicknames. dee
age dob. twenty-two, august 8th, 1989
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. film actor
hometown. avocan, south carolina
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 5'6"
eyes. dark/emerald green
hair. dark brown
build. toned/petite
distinguishing features. small dark birthmark on the left side of nose, dark emerald colored eyes.
play-by. vanessa hudgens
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. jack daniels, dancing, parties, tea, magazines, food, sleep, iphone, bradley cooper, jose cuervo, men, nba finals, sex, lots of men, soccer, spanish food, the beach, minka kelly, anything vanilla.
hates. slugs, high maintenance people, dogs in purses, headaches, 3Dmovies, tabloids, creeps, country music.
quirks. must sleep in the cold, always hungry,
aspirations. win an oscar, build dance studio, have kids one day (far in the future)
secrets. since 'the carver' was such a large success, diem has been scared of joining on to another dramatic role in fear of it not comparing to her first film; because diem's never really been one for relationships and she's not sure if she's capable for loving anyone in a romantic way and has developed a fear of growing old alone.
personality evaluated. for anyone not close to her, careless or carefree would be a good word to describe diem cabral. she perceives herself as not having much worries in life because diem isn't fond of negative attention, or too much attention in general. having her face plastered on movie posters or being seen by people on the screen in movie theaters isn't a good enough excuse for diem's life to be flipped around. she's not really one for allowing the paparazzi or tabloids to confine her from doing whatever she desires everyday, and in diem's eyes, as a celebrity you can say that the paparazzi and such doesn't bother you, but if you're constantly hiding behind sunglasses, or covering up your face when you go out then it obviously does and this is why she walks out almost everyday with her face clear of sunglasses or hats, and does whatever she needs to do. she's seen out constantly because being the only one in her family in la, diem doesn't like being alone and being stuck in her house is a constant reminder of this. though she's an actress, dance has always been diem's first love, and she can often be found coming from dance studios or out at dance shows. besides that she's always spotted out with friends or at parties or events.
growing up with an older brother has taken an effect on diem's humor and her personality as well. she's a very personable girl, but her humor has more of a sarcastic, dry, or crude edge to it. she spits out sarcasm as if it's her first language which unless you can pick up on her jokes, can often leave people confused or sometimes deeming her as a bitch. diem's fun to be around because of her demeanor, she's constantly joking, and keeps the mood light. she surrounds herself with people just like her because she can't deal with drama, and all its unnecessary accessories. but don't get her wrong, diem is a sweetheart most of the time but she's also blunt and will 100% of the time tell you exactly what's on her mind, and if you've got a problem with her she's got no qualms about pretending you don't exist. she's got no patience for any sort of problems in her life caused by others. but diem's whole 'life's a breeze' attitude is also sometimes her downfall as sometimes people believe she's too easy going and that she doesn't have any real worries in life. that is very far from the case though. diem's not one to show her true feelings on her sleeve and hates being vulnerable which doesn't allow most people to get as close to her as she wishes some would be. she doesn't allow people to know how much she worries about her career. since the major success of her first film back when she was seventeen, diem often worries that she won't be able to live up to the expectations of another major role in a dramatic film and thus is why diem has stuck to supporting roles and less serious ones.
aside from her worries about her career, diem isn't very open when it comes to her love life. she's not fond of relationships because she doesn't like feeling vulnerable, and doesn't like someone knowing so much about her because she feels that they'd have more control over her than she has over herself which can only lead to her getting hurt. she views falling in love as masochistic and a waste of time for someone her age. so instead, she sticks to hook ups, and flirting with people. she's coquette, and enjoys toying with people and their heads because she can. diem knows though that if she ever has hopes of having kids and doing the whole fairy tale ending thing one day, that she's going to have to change her ways.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. gabriel diego cabral, 42, retired senior master sergeant in the us air force.
mother. anita abella ribiero-cabral, deceased.
siblings. declan reed cabral , 26, surgeon; alexander dean cabral, 19, college student.
pets. dorian, 4 months, shiba inu
other family. - - - -
history evaluated. born in avocan, south carolina on august 8th, 1989 to gabriel and anita cabral, diem is the second child of three to the family. following only four years after older brother declan, diem and three years before alexander, diem is the only girl. growing up, anita had noticed the way diem followed declan around and was gradually becoming more of his shadow than anything which resulted in diem becoming more and more of a tomboy as the years went on. with no other girl children, anita decided to try and salvage any girly girl attributes left in diem by not only enrolling her as a debutante, but also in dance classes of all kinds. dance had always been a failed dream of anita's thanks to having declan with gabe at such a young age, but if there was anything that she wanted to pass on, it was her love of dance and diem had picked up the same obsession with it that she once had. after her first ballet class, diem had soon begged her mother to sign her up for more, soon adding contemporary, tap, and hip hop to her regiment. but aside from that, anita decided to try and expand diem's ranges as she got older and was seen to be growing more and more interested in the arts.
in elementary school and middle school diem tried out for every play and most of the time was either given a significant supporting role, or the starring role and with each, she stole the show. pleased by her daughter success, when high school rolled around anita encouraged diem to try out for commercial and tv show auditions as well which she did and with some spots in some commercials diem's focus was still on dance while her mother's had switched over to her talent in acting. anita saw the determination and the way diem slipped herself into the roles as if she were lost in them, and her assigned character was really herself. admiring the way her daughter was able to lose herself in her roles, anita proposed the idea of getting diem involved in the acting scene, but gabe hadn't seen what anita had seen, especially with him traveling all the time with his air force job, and with diem being caught up in high school anita didn't have the heart to rip her from her teenage normalcy.
leaving diem to attend school and drift into her acting and dance interests as she pleased anita continued on with normal life and essentially giving up her hopes of diem acting for a while until she was ready. within her junior year of high school, diem and her brothers didn't seem to notice their mother's constant fatigue, or change in appearance until anita had dropped ten pounds in a matter of two weeks, and was found calling out of work often because she didn't feel well and sleeping in for most of the day. when she was awake, she didn't have the same kind of personality as she once did. when she was awake and walking around the house she looked tired no matter how long she had just slept, and it just didn't seem like she had much energy. after a week or two, gabriel had returned home for what the eldest brother delcan had found was an emergency leave which left the children confused and worried. it wasn't til one night after dinner that gabriel and anita had called the children back downstairs to the kitchen table where gabe revealed to them that anita had acute myleoid cancer. she'd be taken on frequent doctor visits within the next few weeks but it was assured by the doctor that the cancer was quickly spreading in anita's body and that at most she had a month to live.
spreading and taking over faster than they thought, it was only two weeks later on a sunday morning when the kids usually made breakfast that they noticed their parents were taking longer to come down to eat than usual. you could ask her to this day and diem can still vividly describe the fear in the pit of her stomach she had before her declan came back downstairs from going to get them, alone, his eyes glossing and welling before telling her softly but stern to 'call the ambulance.' the house was a deadly kind of silent for the next couple weeks after the funeral as gabriel began to immerse himself in work, declan was preparing to enter med school, and diem was preparing herself for college and the end of the school. shutting herself away within her dance team's practices, and other activities at school diem only pulled herself from her activities to audition for a chance role up in the capital city for a movie called 'the carver'; a time piece about a young girl from a poor portuguese family sold into slavery for money who has a talent for carving, and selling these small carvings is what brings her out of slavery, she becomes a famed european sculptor who goes back to help her family in portugal only to find that both her parents have died, and her brother and sister have been sold off as well.
it is this one role that diem scored, and the role that shot her name to fame, and nominated her for an academy award for best actress that she ended up losing. but it was this role that shaped diem's name and brought her name into hollywood. since then she's had numerous supporting roles in movies but not yet another starring role. diem is worried that the next film she stars in will not live up to the same success that 'the carver' had and it's this fear that keeps her from accepting anymore starring roles in films.
ten detailed dot points, or three healthy paragraphs. also include how they got into showbiz, thnx.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. aubrey
years of rp experience. six
other characters. dane archibald(possibly)
how did you find us. ad
roleplay sample.- - - it hadn't changed. the pattern on the ceiling of jessica's room remained the same and to be fairly honest, she wasn't even sure why she though it would differ from all the other times she'd laid like this: on her back on the bed that tortured her so much lately while her eyes stared up at it. in a way, jessica had figured that with so many other things in her life drastically being different than they used to, she shouldn't be surprised if something unthinkable were to happen. she'd sat here most days of the week when she couldn't get any extra shifts at the deli, and just laid here. with so much extra time to herself, she was sure that she was going insane. she'd become a prisoner in her own head being constantly tortured by the vast amount of memories she'd shared with him. had she really expected to be able to forget about all this so suddenly? granted, the first few days the cuts were fresh and though she had no idea the pain could get any worse than that, she was rudely awaken to an all new type of pain as she tried to continue on with everyday doings. there was a huge gaping whole where he'd once occupied her time. so she'd gone the only route that she thought she'd be able to: avoidance. jessica ignored apollo's existence every chance she'd gotten, and took the long ways around the school to avoid any areas that house significant memories. she'd successfully found an escape for everywhere but the very place she laid to sleep every night. it may have been a little over a week and a half since they'd split but his scent still lingered her pillows and bedsheets. the smart person in this situation would just simply change them for a newer cleaner pairing but no matter how many times jessica took those steps towards the linen closet down the hall, she couldn't bring her fingers to open the door and pull a fresh set out. yet, she cursed herself still as she laid to bed at night and the spicy scent of right guard and his skin slithered into her nose. he was everywhere she went and unfortunately, encumbered in her route to school as well as everyday she was forced to pass the starbucks where he'd be sitting behind the counter, no longer making faces at her as she sat waiting for his shit to end. he was everywhere in the city and no matter how many times she tried to fight it, there was no escaping. apollo dante moretti would be stuck in her memories forever. her first serious relationship (or at least the first that she took seriously), her first risk, the one to reset her entire system; he was her other half. at the mere thought alone jessica's insides stung. lately, her life had become significantly more uneventful, and more and more torturous to trudge on through. it was only the next day that word had gotten around about their split and she wasn't exactly sure why she was surprised; nothing ever stayed secret around here anyways. but word had gotten around to jessica of exactly what had happened within that day, and the consequences. it of course was nate who'd opened his mouth to him, and spoke false words about what happened between jessica and nick; some false rumor that ignited a raging fire in jessica's stomach, and guided her feet all the way over to the baseball field the next day after school to give him a piece of her mind. jessica was never really aware of how frightening she must've came off, and in her opinion it couldn't ever have been very but the look of horror on nick's face as she yelled at him told her different. it hurt her to believe that nick who'd she'd been friends with from when she'd first arrived to dalton last year, had gone and done something as stupid as spreading false rumors about them together. should she really have been that shocked?
she never really worried too much about how people viewed her but now this was a problem. from rabid bitch to heartbreaking whore? even this was where jessica became self conscious and as she walked throughout the hallways of dalton prepatory, the low voices and whispers of other people giving their insight as to her break up, and what side they were on was getting under her skin. no one knew the real deal, but jessica yearned to explain just for some justification in all this. and apollo. god, what had he done? she'd only heard that upon hearing about nick and her he'd knocked nate out but breaking his nose? holy fuck. and that wasn't even the worst part; his last and relying lacrosse season was tarnishing in his hands. with his punishment, he'd had to go back to extra practices that were no longer a luxury but mandatory now. and after her late stretching meets jessica's eyes would drift over to him on the field as, still there and still working. she never really thought he noticed her glancing over as she went to her car, but she didn't care too much either. she shouldn't have cared, right? after all, they weren't even together anymore...her days had become more and more structured. she had to be at a certain place at a certain time; no drifting. because drifting off would lead her mind and body other places. places that weren't safe for her to be if she was trying to keep the pain from flooding her chest all over again. school, practice, work, home, sleep. maybe if she was lucky she'd get a meal or two in there. jess had gradually lost her appetite after finding that on their adventures, the two of them together had stained everyone of her favorite eateries. and a fresh single-person step in those places would leave those memories tarnished. so instead, jess gladly settled for watching through those windows; the windows that would play out the scenes for her all over again when she thought she could stomach reliving them. but all she ever really wanted to do was go home. home to her living room couch where their memories were in the shortest supply of anywhere in her house. she'd wrap herself up in her blanket and scan the television for something gory, horrific and mildly entertaining. despite finals coming, she'd not touched a book and didn't really intend to. she'd held solid a's in all her classes and with merely a week left to her senior year, jessica had already cashed in, and docked out. her deposit for columbia had been paid, and next year she'd be there....without him. finals would take care of themselves. this was her life now; her couch, her blanket, her tv, and herself. sad, yes. pathetic, hell yeah. pleasing, not in the slightest. sure, her phone would ring and rosa would be on the other end of the line trying to cheer her up with snorts of people that she knew annoyed jessica, or something clumsy, and stupid that she'd done but none of it ever really worked. jessica had dropped back into her anti-social, ice bitch self; back to the way she sure things should've always stayed in the first place. if she knew better than to allow herself to get as addicted to his kiss as she had, she would've been fine. maybe he'd still be chasing after her like he used to, smiling when she'd made some snide remark, or maybe he'd have left her alone by now; giving up completely. or perhaps things wouldn't faded off into the distance, gradually becoming exactly what their relationship now seemed to be: a brief obsession. it was here one moment and gone the next. and as she'd take her runs around the track while he slaved at lacrosse, she'd avoid his eyes because now he was in her past, and the past was long gone.
most of her family now ignored the fact there was anything wrong. partially in fear of pointing out anything that was meant to be hidden in the dark. they walked on eggshells as they passed the couch in the living room where the lump on the couch sat idly, and not moving but still alive though sometimes her father still walked over to check. cale, and kingston would sometimes sit in the doorway where she couldn't see whispering about when she'd finally be able to get up and live rather than rotting on the couch. but both had been there when she needed them. caden had taken the opportunity to pick her up from school one afternoon rather than having her walk the short distance home. sitting themselves down on a bench in central park, caden had spoken to her using his power to get beneath her skin. she barely let anyone ever do such a thing, but for caden it was just easy; he didn't even have to try. cale however had taken the harder approach by shutting off the tv while she sat on the couch one day, and making her talk to him. he was never really subtle to be honest. but either way, jess appreciated the effort. her father was still careful about his actions though as he stalled talking to her as much as he could.
it was funny to her how it seemed that everything changed to her. not only the world around her, and the things she did but the way she acted. no longer did jess actually try to plan an outfit for school the next day for the need to look well put together, instead she took to wearing jeans and a t-shirt, or anything that seemed easy. she'd didn't sugar coat her attitude and just like the old days, she would put her opinion in the rawest of verbalizations without a care as to who's feelings she hurt. she did laugh now and then, but to get something pleasant out of her was like pulling teeth. but he'd caught her of course during these moments, ones where rosa would cause her giggles to sound through the air and capture his attention. was she only making it worse? they'd spent so much time protecting their relationship with their communication, and their spontaneous adventures within the city that she found it hard that their dedication was what caused their end. this would happen to her. her insides would tear as she had to go to art, and she'd pass that closet where out of sheer boredom and being tortured by their adventurous hormones she'd let him press her against the wall, and his lips take to her neck while his hands slid against her thighs warmly. there was no way to avoid that room when she'd had to go to advanced painting. going to practices was even more torturous and she often found her eyes trailing back to the door he'd slammed through on that very day. the locker held more dents in it than she remembered, but she yearned to forget it all more than ever. in all honesty, every part of the school haunted and taunted her with thoughts of him. her locker was a completely different story that tied hand-in-hand with his way of asking her to prom. breaking into her locker, she'd found that he placed within it a bouquet of himalayan lilies: her favorites. and within them was the card with the question mark on it. it wasn't extremely romantic but it was all she need to nod her head. everyone of those thoughts lingered on her memory, as their conversations replayed in her mind, his voice seeming much louder and noticeable that hers. it hadn't taken long for rosie to help jess finalize the plans they'd had for their weekend getaway at the north carolina house. the drive down was long, but it was far enough that jessica was able to open her mind to other things. she hadn't known that she planned the weekend on the same one as when apollo'd disappeared off to the hamptons, but she'd have been extremely grateful. jess knew she wouldn't be able to bear staying in the city and hearing about all the escapades he'd be getting into out there with the perfect cousins to get into trouble with if you were looking for it. she couldn't fight the nervous feeling in her stomach that maybe while he was out there he'd sleep with someone else, or fall for someone else and then she'd truly be old news. and as she clicked nails in the car, jess's mind was occupied with wonders of what would happen if she'd grown up living outside of cities. barcelos was like a much smaller manhattan, but was still one of the biggest portugal could offer. would she have different values or opinions? probably. she wouldn't have been the tough skinned girl she had once been, she'd be the good girl that she'd always hear came from the country. something completely different.
rosie kept jessica laughing or smiling for most of the weekend, but she knew that even rosie's help wasn't enough to get moving on. jessica didn't want to, and that was the roadblock in the path. she wanted to remember him in a way. there was no doubt in her mind that she'd one day explain to them the story of her first love, and their whirlwind of a romance. short but sweet, calm and chaotic all at the same time. but still it wasn't enough now that she didn't have it anymore. she felt somewhat like a child who'd grown too old for their security blanket and had it snatched away. it was unfair. why couldn't he just fucking say them? those three words weren't so difficult if he could show her he felt them why couldn't he say them? jessica couldn't even count the many different ways that they'd had to tell the other that they loved them, why beat around the bush anymore? she'd taken the plunge already and all he'd had to was join her. she'd thought non stop about this as she sat on the porch of the north carolina house over looking the rough beach waters. somehow the rough waves had soothed her a bit. it showed her that something else in this world was just as hard as she was. she knew that maybe she'd pushed to an extreme by cutting their relationship up entirely, but jessica wasn't really sure how much more time she'd be able to be around apollo the way they were when she knew that he didn't love her back. she would just be wasting her time and affection trying to make him love her the way she loved him. and as rosie dragged her from the porch where he sat and out to a party of one of their friends in the area, jess's mind racked itself with the idea: he didn't love her back. so why would she stick around? why would she put herself through that pain? jessica couldn't help but wonder though as some random boy approached where she stood on her friend's balcony: would the pain would be worse or better than what she had now? she would still be able to be cradled in his arms, or experience his kisses, but would they had the same feeling if she knew that there wasn't love behind them?
the many times she'd escaped to the balcony at night and sat in the same chair, jessica wondered where he was at that very moment and what he was doing. was he thinking about her? her mind took an awful turn as she wondered if he'd already slept with someone else. him hanging out with aldo, franke and marcello was bad news, and jess couldn't help but have doubts that he'd done something already. she'd tortured herself all night long at cristina's party, as her eyes desperately followed a boy who looked vaguely like apollo around the party. she'd all be stopped her heart as she caught onto his similar hair cut, and skin tone. but upon turning around and seeing her watching him, a smile turning over his lips, her heart dropped to her toes. he'd spent most of the night talking about his rugby team, and the full ride he'd gotten to villanova. how...awesome. once jessica found that she was merely listening because he reminded her of apollo she abruptly turned on her heel and made her way back inside to find rosie and get the hell out of there.
north carolina had proved to be hell, and jessica couldn't believe she was actually happy to be back in new york again. school wasn't going to be going on for another two days, and jessica didn't know what else to do with herself. it was proven that no matter where she was she'd still be tortured. in class, she could feel his eyes lingering on her, and occasionally she'd try to casually look back at him as if to tell him to 'stop' but even she could tell he knew that she didn't mean it. his eyes on her was showing her that he still cared and though she could try to convince herself that it bothered her, she knew that she'd wanted it this way. so the night she'd got back and she was alone in her own house, jessica took the very same flask from the night of the bonfire and downed every drop of cuervo in it as she retrieved the box from her closet. the box of things that she hadn't given back to him, the things she couldn't bear to be without. it was hard enough to have to go over to his house and attempt to leave the box of his things on his doorstep and his mom opening the front door hadn't made it any better. their short conversation was filled with awkward pauses before jess made up some bullshit excuse of having to meet cale for dinner.
it was sunday afternoon when jessica had finally decided to herself that all she needed was to relax. so she'd slipped on her most comfortable childlike frog slippers, and her glasses before sitting on the most comfortable chair in the foyer. stretching her legs out, jessica's fingers opened the pages of the great gatsby: her favorite book, in a last attempt to dry out anymore depressed emotions. as she read, her face became the face of daisy and apollo's that of nick carraway as he arrived at her house for their awkward dinner. reading glasses perched on loosely on her nose, jessica was only a little bit in when the sound of knuckles wrapped against the door. her eyebrows narrowed as her voice sounded throughout their brownstone, "i've got it!", placing her book aside, jessica lifted herself from the chair and her slippers took her smoothly to the door. fingers wrapping loosely around the door knob, jessica's fingers twisted it and pulled the door open as her breath simultaneously sucked in completely. there he stood before her. she knew her face had shown how shocked she really was, and she stood there, the breeze from the open door playing against her neck and revealed midriff causing small goosebumps to arise. her insides clenched completely before she swallowed softly and her shoulders fell. seeing her there, he took a step in and rubbed his head. she could see the pain in his face. he looked tired and worn like he hadn't slept in days and she immediately wondered if it was all her fault. his face winced in pain as a small sound was heard not too far off and he opened his mouth to beg her. she could practically hear her insides rip as she took a step forward and threw her arms tightly around his neck practically lifting herself into his arms. her cheeks stung but she resisted the urge to cry again. eyes squeezed shut over his shoulder, jessica's voice was just as pained and faint as his but she knew he could hear her, "i've missed you so much."
